Speaking In Tongues
Scribbling In Voices

From Ilya Selvinsky

Translated by Anatole S.Troshin

When the lips have whispered No,
And the eyes are answering Yes,
Flood of happiness overflows you
Sadness ebbing without a trace.

But the brightness of morning fades,
Stars are suddenly losing their glow
When the lips are saying Yes
And the soul is answering No.